Harm
It hurts, you know,
this thing.
Hurts like hell.
And to be fair,
I don't wanna do this.
Not anymore, not a heartbeat.
Somehow still,
you make me.
You make me do things I hate.
You got to believe,
I did it all for you.
And I still do.
But it hurts.
So bad, this is killing me.
'T is killing me, having to hurt you.
this thing.
Hurts like hell.
And to be fair,
I don't wanna do this.
Not anymore, not a heartbeat.
Somehow still,
you make me.
You make me do things I hate.
You got to believe,
I did it all for you.
And I still do.
But it hurts.
So bad, this is killing me.
'T is killing me, having to hurt you.
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| Auteur: liesinspiloos | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 februari 2010 | ||
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